Tomb Raider: Alpha's Claim
Lara Croft gripped the jagged rock face with calloused fingers, her muscles straining under the weight of her backpack laden with climbing gear and artifacts, one wolf related artifact in her pack was glowing, but going unnoticed as she climbed. If she would have taken another glance when she grabbed it Lara would have noticed the distinct shape of a phallic object poking from the wolf shaped artifacts sheath.
The air in the Himalayan cave system was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient secrets, the kind that had drawn her here from the comfort of Croft Manor. Flickering torchlight from her headlamp danced across walls etched with faded Tibetan runes, hinting at a lost temple buried deeper within. She'd rappelled down sheer drops and navigated narrow fissures for hours, her tank top clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, khaki shorts riding up her toned thighs from the exertion.
The ledge she traversed now was precarious, a narrow shelf of crumbling shale overhanging a yawning chasm. She moved with the precision of a predator, boots testing each step. "Almost there," she muttered to herself, eyes locked on the far side where a promising archway beckoned. But the rock betrayed her. A sharp crack echoed like a gunshot, and the ledge gave way beneath her left foot. Lara lunged forward, fingers scraping for purchase, but gravity claimed her. She plummeted into darkness, the wind whistling past her ears as she twisted mid-air, trying to land feet-first.
She hit the cavern floor hard, twenty feet below, her right ankle twisting with a sickening pop amid a pile of soft, fetid moss and bones. Pain exploded up her leg, white-hot and immobilizing. Her pistol skittered away into the shadows, her headlamp cracking but still flickering dimly. Groaning, Lara pushed up on her elbows, assessing the damage. The ankle was swollen already, probably sprained or broken, and a gash on her forehead oozed blood into her eye. She was in a sunken pit, walls too sheer to climb without gear, and the air reeked of musk and decay. Bones littered the ground human? Animal? gnawed clean.
A low growl rumbled from the gloom. Lara froze, heart pounding. Yellow eyes gleamed in pairs, circling her from the shadows. Wolves, Not the scrawny strays of the mountains, but a massive pack, sleek and powerful, their gray fur matted with cave grime. Eight of them, she counted, led by an alpha brute easily twice the size of a normal wolf, his body broad, scars crisscrossing his muzzle. They padded closer, sniffing the air, drawn by the scent of her blood.
"E-easy now," Lara whispered, hand inching toward her lost pistol. She grabbed a femur bone instead, wielding it like a club. The first wolf lunged a lean female and Lara swung, cracking its skull with a wet thud. It yelped but it wasn't a fatal blow, after that the pack erupted. The alpha barreled into her chest, slamming her back to the ground. Fangs snapped inches from her throat as she thrashed, kneeing its underbelly. Pain shot through her ankle, but adrenaline surged. She swung with the bone, bashing one's flank, but they swarmed.
Paws pinned her arm, jaws clamped her wrist and thighs not tearing flesh, but holding firm. The alpha's weight crushed her ribs, hot breath washing over her face. She bucked wildly, cursing in three languages, but the pack was relentless. One wolf's teeth grazed her shorts, ripping the fabric with a shredding sound, exposing her toned ass and the thin black thong beneath. "Get off me, you bastards!" she snarled, kicking futilely with her good leg pinning Lara onto her back.
They didn't maul her. No killing bites came which was confusing, seconds passed before she heard a faint howl in the wind as the wooden wolf artifact fell out from her ripped pace and its eyes started to glow. “The hell?” Something changed in the air after that, as the wolves suddenly sniffed deeper, noses pressing into her crotch, inhaling her sweat and the faint feminine musk beneath. The alpha then mounted her first, his massive body eclipsing the dim light. Lara felt his sheath nudge her inner thigh, hot and insistent, the tip of his red cock emerging, slick and pointed, throbbing with need. "No, fuck no!" she screamed in realization, twisting to escape. But paws held her spread eagle, her legs forced wide despite the agony in her ankle.
The alpha thrust forward, his cock spearing into her thong, ripping the flimsy fabric aside. The pointed tip prodded her pussy lips, dry and unprepared, and rammed in with brutal force. Lara howled in pain as her tight cunt stretched around the invading shaft, thick as her wrist at the base, veins pulsing against her walls. It burned, the girth tearing at her entrance, no lube but her own fear-sweat. "Stop, ahh, God, it hurts!" she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. He pounded relentlessly, hips jackhammering, his knot swelling at her entrance, battering her clit with each slam.
The pack watched, eyes glowing like the artifact, tongues lolling, cocks unsheathing bright red rockets dripping pre-cum onto the cave floor. Lara clawed at the dirt futility, her curvy body jolting with every thrust. The alpha's cock was monstrous, ridged and hot, plunging nine inches deep, battering her cervix. Pain radiated from her core, her pussy clenching in futile resistance, but he didn't stop. His knot inflated further, popping past her lips with an obscene squelch, locking them together. Hot spurts of cum flooded her, thick ropes painting her womb, the pressure immense.
She sobbed through gritted teeth, hating the fullness, the degradation. But as he ground against her, his knot pulsing, something shifted. The relentless friction ignited nerves she didn't know she had. Her clit throbbed under the knot's assault, sparks of unwanted pleasure flickering amid the ache as her body instinctively started to give in against her will. "N-no... get out," she whimpered, but her hips twitched involuntarily as her pussy was now wet and slick.
The alpha dismounted with a wet pop after minutes that felt eternal, cum gushing from her gaping pussy, mixing with blood from the breaking of her hymen. Before she could close her legs, the next wolf, a burly beta, took his place. His cock was slimmer but longer, spearing straight into her cum-slick hole. Lara arched, the pain less sharp now, lubricated by the alpha's load, a faint sting. "Fuck, you animals!" she spat, but her voice cracked. He rutted faster, knot swelling quicker, tying her again as he unloaded.
By the third wolf, the pain ebbed into a dull throb, replaced by building heat. Her pussy, traitorous, clenched around the invading cock, milking it greedily. Juices leaked, her arousal betraying her. The wolf's shaft dragged along her G-spot with each thrust, sending jolts up her spine. "Oh, s-shit," she moaned, biting her lip. Her nipples hardened under her torn tank top, breasts heaving. The pack's musk enveloped her, primal and intoxicating.
The fourth wolf eagerly flipped Lara onto her hands and knees despite her injured ankle, which dangled uselessly. Before she could do anything he mounted from behind, cock slamming home doggy-style, his paws on her shoulders panting. Lara's arms buckled, face pressing into the mossy floor slick with cum and dirt. His knot stretched her wider, the angle hitting deeper, grinding her clit against his knot with every thrust. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "Harder, no no, I mean! ahh!" Her resistance crumbled as an orgasm ripped through her, pussy spasming, squirting around the knot. She screamed in ecstasy, body shaking, the wolf's cum triggering aftershocks, She stayed on all fours obediently. Knowing what was to come at this point.
Emboldened, the pack rotated. A younger wolf took her mouth next, forcing her jaws apart. His cock slid over her tongue, salty pre-cum flooding her throat. Lara gagged at first, spitting and turning her head, but paws held her steady. She sucked instinctively not wanting to choke, hollowing her cheeks as he face-fucked her, knot bumping her lips until it swelled too big. Cum erupted down her gullet, forcing her to swallow, the taste bitter and thick. Eyes watering as she blinked the tears away.
Now fully immersed, Lara's mind fractured. Pain was a memory; pleasure dominated. She pushed back against the fifth wolf's thrusts, her ass cheeks rippling with each impact. "Yes fuck me you horny beasts," she panted, voice husky. Her pussy was a sloppy mess, stretched and gaping, cum frothing out with every withdrawal. The wolves obliged, one after another. The sixth… or seventh (she stopped counting) knotted her ass, her virgin hole yielding after initial agony, the burn turning to fire as he reamed her, while another lapped at her dripping pussy with its long canine tongue.
Stuffed airtight, Lara wailed in bliss. The knots inflating and constant fucking, stretching each of her holes to their limits, the thin wall between them pulsing with friction. Orgasms crashed over her in waves, vision blurring, body convulsing. "More! Knot me more, fill me up!" She begged, almost drooling in ecstasy, grinding between them. Cum overflowed, puddling beneath her knees, her belly distending slightly from the sheer volume.
The alpha returned for seconds, claiming her pussy while betas lapped at her overflowing holes, tongues delving into her ass, folds.and mouth which she eagerly returned. Cleaning and stimulating. Lara rode the waves, lost in feral heat. Her clit was hypersensitive, every knot-grind sending her over the edge. She came again, squirting arcs onto the pack's fur, howling like one of them.
Hours blurred into a haze of fur, cocks, and cum. Lara's body was marked, scratches on her hips, bites on her thighs, paw prints bruising her waist, her skin glistening with wolf seed. Her ankle throbbed distantly, forgotten in her ecstasy. The pack's stamina was endless; they took turns, double-teaming, triple if she could fit. One wolf eventually suckled her tits through her shredded top, fangs grazing nipples as she nursed his knot.
Finally, sated, the wolves eventually withdrew, curling around her in the den like a living blanket. Lara lay spent, pussy and ass wrecked, gaping and leaking rivers of cum. Her mind, once sharp and defiant, swam in the afterglow. She stroked the alpha's fur, murmuring, "Good boys... my pack." Escape? The thought flickered, but pleasure anchored her for now. In the dim cave, she belonged, the wolves' bitch, craving the next rut. The ruins above could wait until her ankle was healed; as feet away the ceremonial wooden effigy of a wolf was forgotten about, its yellow eyes growing bright in the den.
